The slap stunned him. At the last moment, Edwina had drawn upon the hidden resources of her endurance and managed to get enough blood into her hands for a powerful slap across his face. As her father stopped in mid-motion, surprised to the point of freezing, she slid out from under him and with the catlike movements that her body could afford so easily, moved away from him. Getting on her feet, she started to run towards the door, confident that she would reach it before her father realized what had even happened.
Her escape was never meant to be, however. With remarkable speed did Nicholas recover, lunging on his daughter as she tried to run past him. He caught her elbow, and roughly pulled her naked body to him. Edwina tried one last time to get away, but the vice-like grip told her that her father was more than a match for her weak, feminine strength. He had her jaw firmly held with his other hand, moving her face towards his. There was no softness now as he kissed her; he bit into her lips so hard she had to open up her mouth to his tongue. He ground his teeth against her gums, bleeding them thinly as his tongue continued its rape of her mouth.
Edwina felt thoroughly humiliated as he finally pushed her mouth away, the pain of his grip stinging her jaw. For a moment, they stared into each other's eyes; hers soft and searching, and his hard and unfeeling. Silently, she asked him, “Why?” and her answer painfully denied as he whipped her swiftly into the overstuffed sofa a few feet in front. She slammed against the back of the seat, the force jolting her back into the floor. Even before she had hit the ground, Nicholas was beside her, shoving her back into the seat of the sofa and Nicholas exulted as he finally saw the fulfillment of his fantasies within his arm's grasp. Here was his daughter, naked, ready to accept him into her hot young body. Few good men get to enjoy the forbidden fruits of their daughters. He smiled to himself as he lowered himself on her, towering over her quivering body. He had judged correctly; his cock was now barely inches away from her hole, and there was no way she was going to run again. Her hands hung at her sides, barely moving. Her eyes had a dead look in them, and if it had not been for a tiny whimper that escaped her lips, he would have feared that she was dead.
With a terrific push towards her depths, the father entered his thirteen year old daughter's virginal sex. He shot through her hymen as she bit back tears of pain. The warm blood trickled down her cunt until it leaked out, staining the sofa. Edwina felt her father's cock searching inside her, as if wanting to find a passage up all the way. He was almost ripping her apart, moving inside and out so fast she felt he was being stationary. A deep throbbing in her head warned that it wasn't just the lower body that was bearing the effects of the attack.
She felt a vague sense of a physical response; her body started to move in sync with her father's rhythm, pulling both of them towards the edge at the same time. Nicholas's eyes rolled up in his head as he shot his seed into her, filling her up with the same substance that had once knocked up her mother. On the other hand, Edwina, the unwilling participant in her father's fantasy, jerked as her body released liquids too hot for her to handle. Her orgasm wasn't as long as her father's though, and she silently bore his weight when he collapsed on her.
Nicholas placed his head on her shoulder, taking in the scent of her blonde hair. The effects of his frenzied intercourse had not yet worn off, and so, there was no guilt as he enjoyed the feel of his daughter's body under him, ignorant of the trauma that was raging inside her. He placed a kiss on her neck, feeling her shudder at his touch. For a couple of minutes, there was no other movement except the heaving of lungs hungry for air. Quietly, calmly, he stood up and walked over to where his shorts lay. He still had his shirt on, not having bothered to remove it because there had been no reason to. Without even a second glance at his daughter, he bent down and pulled the clothes up. He walked to the table, and sat down with a preoccupied air.